With nowhere left to hide, he lets his head fall into the dip between her neck and shoulder. For a moment, he feels her go stiff under his touch, as if she might recoil, before she relaxes into him. Unexpected, but not entirely unwelcome. The hand not clutching his own cups the back of his neck, and soon she is stroking the skin behind his ear with her thumb.

She smells of honey and woodsmoke and freshly fallen rain.

Her hands are not soft—not that Leofrith had expected them to be, belonging to a warrior such as herself—but her touch is as gentle as her skin is warm, and it has been far too long since anyone has touched him with anything other than violence. – A Different Kind of Solace

He watches Eivor sink into the role of drengr, the Wolf-Kissed one, the Raven Bearer, broad-shouldered and fearless, with eyes the colour of the kind of churning waves that dash ships against rocky shores. It fits her comfortably and with ease, the same way Leofrith’s fingers fit around the well-worn grip of his father’s sword. This is the famed shield-maiden who sows terror in the hearts of her enemies and inspires courage in that of her friends, and it feels strange that Leofrith can now count himself among the latter rather than the former, that this woman who was once such a fearsome adversary has brought him so much peace of mind in so short a time. – A Different Kind of Solace

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[fic] a different kind of solace

fandom: assassin’s creed: valhalla

characters & pairings: eivor/leofrith

rating: explicit

status: complete

“You are far from home, Leofrith.”

It is late afternoon, and the street is bustling with activity, but her voice cuts through the din, distinct in its sound even as its owner is barely more than a perfect stranger to him. He turns.

The last time he saw Eivor Wolf-Kissed, she was covered near head to toe with the evidence of battle. Blood—some of it his own—painted her face, muck was caked in her hair, and sweat soaked her armor. She had been no less striking for it then, but now that she is clean and well-kept, he finds himself nearly struck mute.

“I could say the same of you, Wolf-Kissed,” he replies.

—

Leofrith, having just returned from Rome with a restless spirit and bloodstained hands, meets a familiar face on the streets of Lincoln.

read here: part i | part ii | part iii

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[fic] a different kind of solace

fandom: assassin’s creed: valhalla

characters & pairings: eivor/leofrith

rating: explicit

“You are far from home, Leofrith.”

It is late afternoon, and the street is bustling with activity, but her voice cuts through the din, distinct in its sound even as its owner is barely more than a perfect stranger to him. He turns.

The last time he saw Eivor Wolf-Kissed, she was covered near head to toe with the evidence of battle. Blood—some of it his own—painted her face, muck was caked in her hair, and sweat soaked her armor. She had been no less striking for it then, but now that she is clean and well-kept, he finds himself nearly struck mute.

“I could say the same of you, Wolf-Kissed,” he replies.

—

Leofrith, having just returned from Rome with a restless spirit and bloodstained hands, meets a familiar face on the streets of Lincoln.

read here: part i | part ii

[fic] a different kind of solace

fandom: assassin’s creed: valhalla

characters & pairings: eivor/leofrith

rating: explicit

“You are far from home, Leofrith.”

It is late afternoon, and the street is bustling with activity, but her voice cuts through the din, distinct in its sound even as its owner is barely more than a perfect stranger to him. He turns.

The last time he saw Eivor Wolf-Kissed, she was covered near head to toe with the evidence of battle. Blood—some of it his own—painted her face, muck was caked in her hair, and sweat soaked her armor. She had been no less striking for it then, but now that she is clean and well-kept, he finds himself nearly struck mute.

“I could say the same of you, Wolf-Kissed,” he replies.

—

Leofrith, having just returned from Rome with a restless spirit and bloodstained hands, meets a familiar face on the streets of Lincoln.

read here: part i

[fic] honor bound

fandom: assassin’s creed: valhalla

characters: eivor/leofrith, ceolbert, sigurd, ivarr, ubba, dag, ceolwulf, more to be added

rating: mature

warnings: canon-typical violence, others listed by chapter

In the absence of her jarl, Eivor finds herself tasked with the care and keeping of her entire clan, the young heir to the Mercian throne, and a former thegn who appears to be more ghost than man. Betrayed by his king and left for dead, Leofrith is set adrift without a purpose and living among those he once called enemies. But as they both set out to right past wrongs, they find that the line dividing friend from foe is thinner than it seems, and that purpose—and companionship—can be found in unexpected places.

OR

Leofrith has a crisis of faith, joins the Hidden Ones, and falls in love. Not necessarily in that order.

read here: chapter i